(A/N: While I was writing this, I kept thinking about another story I read, so I thought I would credit that story for my inspiration. Running by sunshineonacloudyday. You should all go read it. Enjoy!)
Speed
Running was the only thing Leah considered herself to be good at.
When she ran, she didn't have to think about her every move, she just…ran.
The movement of her legs could never be fast enough for her.
It would never be fast enough to make her forget everything, just thinking about running, and nothing else.
But her legs were fast enough for now.
Running was her escape, her parallel universe, her flight from the horrible things in her life.
Everyone knew you couldn't hide from your problems.
It was impossible to hide.
You couldn't hide from your problems, but you could run.
(A/N: Let me know if you see any typos, and reviews are love!)